Author's note: Yeah, I changed the plot completely. Anyway, if you are uncomfortable of reading children cursing (you'd be surprise to hear the youngsters in real life..) please do not read on. Plus, some characters of this story are mine, same with plot. Original Charcters do not belong to me.

Chapter 1

"...Miss.Perez, please answer the question. CARISSA!"

Carissa Perez's head went up from the desk, as she looked around, startled by the voice.

"THE ANSWER'S FOUR!" She shouted automatically, her blue eyes widening up.

The teacher, who was standing by Carissa's desk,took off her glasses and looked at Sleepy Carissa.

"Very good, Miss.Perez. Looks like you'll be receieving a passing grade in Math--for once."

A bell rung.

"Oh, class is over..remember, page twenty-five in your workbooks! Have a good time in lunch!" the teacher shouted, talking off the scrunchie that held up her light brown hair.

Carissa slowly got up, rubbing her eyes. She then pushed back her black, sleek hair behind her shoulders, as the teacher approached her.

"Carissa?"

"Yes, Mrs.Bailey?"

"I couldn't help it notice that your mom is very young--after seeing her last night during the PTA meeting yesterday--"

"She's actually forty-two, Mrs.Bailey. Had me when she was Twenty something and even so, she's been taking care of her self, that's all."

Mrs.Bailey watched Carissa stuff some books a black book bag for a while,before she cleared her throat.

"I heard of your little incident yesterday.."

Carisaa stopped stuffing her bookbag.

" You barely left that poor girl alive, Carissa."

Carissa felt her anger burning up inside of her.

"That fu-- I mean, that cheerleader chick was spreading stuff about me. I sorta lost it." Carissa responded quietly, almost childish.

" Carissa, I think you need help."

Carissa turned her eyes towards Mrs.Bailey and stared.

"W-what?"

"Carissa, your grade have dropped greatly, you've been in fifteen fights in only two months..you're using very foul language. I think you may need to talk to someone. I believe I will call your mother tonight and tell her myself."

"But Mrs.Bailey--"

"No but's."

Carissa narrowed her eyes at her teacher, wishing her teacher would just drop dead or something. She zipped up her book back, and grabbed it with a hand, as she got up, and started to walk out the door.

"..I hope you burn in hell. Scumbag."

"What did you say?" Mrs.Bailey shouted, but Carissa was already out the door.

Carissa walked up some stairs, and finally was in the lunchroom, where all the fellow elementary school classmates were eating. She sat down by an empty table.

"Can't believe that bitch. I'll get her.." Carissa mumbled, "I'll get her good."

"Get who good?"

Carissa jumped with surprise, as her best friend Glenda Tilly satnext to her.

Glenda had blue eyes, like Carissa, and had bright red hair in a low pony tail. She wore a black shirt that said "Metallica" on it, over a pair of dark blue jeans, and wore a pair of black All-stars on her feet.

"Goddammit, Glenda, you scared the shit outta me." Carissa grumbled, as she stuffed her bookbag into her locker.

" Well, Rissa, I was waitin' for you outside to get some Wendy's. By the way, love the outfit" Glenda said, looking at the leather jacket ( a blue shirt under), torn black jeans, and the black combat boots Carissa wore.

"Thanks." Carissa mumbled,

"What happened? Why are you angry all of a sudden?"Glenda asked, raising a brow.

Carissa took a deep breath and told Glenda everything.

"Oh! So that's why you said 'I'm gonna get her good'" Glenda said, nodding her head.

"I will, I swear to my dead father--whoever the fucker is--I will, Glenda."

Glenda rolled her eyes.

"Well, that will have to wait, Ris. Today is friday, and of course we always have a little 'field trip'.."

"Are we beatin' up old peoples again?" Rissa moaned, taking out some gum from her pocket.

" Oh wait! I almost forgot..Check this out..I found this in my mom's room."

Glenda unzipped her green bookbag, and took out a bag. Then, out of the bag she pulled out a doll's arm.

"...It's an arm." Rissa said dully, looking at it.

"Not just any arm. It's the arm of that killer doll. You know, who they said that Charles Lee Ray's soul was in?"

"...Oh, the Good guy doll--Chucky?"

"Yeah, and look at this"

The next thing made Carissa gasped. Glenda had pulled out a dolls head, which was stiched up and had red hair like Glenda's, some hair even stappled to it's head It had stiches everywhere, and one of it's eye sockets was poping out.

"...I found this is Glen's room." Glenda replied, shaking her head, "He's such a weirdo."

"..It's..so..awesome.." Rissa said, talking the head from Glenda and looking at it.

"Yeah! Well, I dunno why mom has an arm and the head...Glen knows something, but he won't tell me. Hey, you can keep them..your mom has one of those good-guy dolls, anywho. It did need an arm, didn't it. Well, for her b-day, you can add a new head.. Anyway, I heard that girl's best bitch is going to the park..alone.. "

Rissa grinned.

"Eight o'clock, meet me by Micky D's"

The phone rang.

"...no, mommy, a few more minutes..bitch" Alexandra Perez mumbled, as she put a pillow over her head.

Another ring. Alexandra moaned, as she got up, and brushed away her black hair away from her face. She picked up the phone next to her on her night table and pressed the 'talk' button.

"Hello?" She asked gently, with that girly voice of hers.

"Jennifer! Hey. No..I haven't seen Glenda--isn's she with Glen?"

Alexandra got up from her bed and looked at the time. 9:20 P.M. She yawned.

" Well, Rissa told me an hour ago she was going out. Glenda's prob'ly with her. You know, they're best friends and all."

The doorbell rang. Alexandra, in her small red night gown, went towards the door.

"Okay. Aw, thanks! You're the first person to call me up and wish me a happy early birthday. forty-two, yeah. Okay, see ya Jenny. Love ya too. Bye."

Alexandra put the phone on her beige leather couch, as she went up to the door. She opened it and looked around. No one.

"..Stupid fucking prankers--Oh, what's this?"

Alexandra picked up a large large box and went inside, closing the door behind her. The Box was covered in red wrapping amd has a nice black bow on the top. There was a small card taped on, which Alex took off and began to read.

"Happy birthday Alex. T.R." She read.

"T.R.? " She asked herself, as she started to ripped off the the wrapping. Under the wrapping was a plain box, which Alex opened up and pulled out a doll.

"Oh my god! She's adorable!"

Alex looked at the girl doll with a smile. The doll had nicely-layered black hair, with red lips and purple eyelids. It then wore a leather jacket, a white shirt under that, and torn up jeans. On her feet, high-heeled black boots. The doll was exactly what Alex looked, twenty-two years ago. Alex started to think.Whoever sent her the doll had to know her since she was sixteen..

Alex got her brand-new doll and walked into her room. Next to her bed was a Good-guy doll, with two messing arms. Alex sighed.

"I lost the two arms again.."

Her former friend Tiffany had sent her a good-guy doll back in the eighty's, right after the first rumor that a killer had possessed one of the good-guys doll and attacked a kid named Andy. Alex tried to keep it in good condition, but it always had two loose arms. Also, the head was starting to loosen up. Next to the poor good-guys doll, Alex put her mini-me doll.

"Aw, what a cute couple." Alex replied, smiling, "Well back to bed."

Alex jumped unto the bed, and like that, went back to sleep.

"Moooommmmy! Wake up!"

Alexandra opened her eyes and smiled, seeing her eleven year old daughter standing her bed, carring a tray of Orange juice, eggs and toast.

"Happy birthday, mom!" She sang, putting down the tray near her bed.

"Aw, thanks Rissie! You didn't have to!" She exclaimed, giving her girl a big hug.

"Oh, I have something for you."

Rissa ran out the door, then returned with something behind her back.

"Close your eyes!" Rissa instructed, grinning a strange smile.

Strange, Alex told herself, that grin is exactly the one her father wore after he..

Alex shuddered. She didn't want to remember the time where she had her long-ago ex boyfriend and herself had a little contest called "Whoever kills the most slutty-assed bitches wins a lolly-pop." Of course, her ex-boyfriend had won the lolli-pop by one point and wouldn't stop grinning that nasty grin. After all, she did raise the bet that if he beat he, she'd blow him--litterally. Shaking her head, Alex closed her eyes.

"Okay, open your eyes!"

"..What did you get--HOLY MOTHER OF MY SWEET PANSY JESUS!" She exclaimed in shock.

Her good-guy doll seemed mutated. The hair seemed to be stitched and stapled to it's head. One eye was surrounded by red flesh instead of nice clean, plastic skin.There were stitches all over it's face, distorting his eyebrows a bit. And that grin it had..she had seen it before. She then felt the urge to fling that "thing" out the door. But then she saw it had two arms.

"Glenda helped me stitch the head on and I found an arm under your bed. The other one..well..Glenda had that too. Her mom likes dolls it seems.."

Alex knew Rissa had tried her best to rebuild the doll she had for so long, so she found a smile.

"Thanks hun." She said, giving her daughter yet another hug.

Then, Carissa went out the door, to see Freddy Vs. Jason again. Alex got up from her bed, as the phone rang. She naturally picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Mrs.Perez?"

"MISS Perez, who's this."

"This is Mrs.Bailey."

"..Oh, yeah, you see, it's my birthday and I don't like old ha--I mean, teachers calling me at this hour.."

"It concerns Carissa."

Alex stood up. Her face crumpled.She looked rather thirty-ish even though she was over forty, even when she crumpled her face like she did.

"What about my baby?"

"Miss,Carissa uses foul language, beats up children for a hobby, steals from others..her grades have dropped. I think Carissa needs therapy."

Alex rolled her eyes. She had been in therapy for her little "addiction", as Tiffany called it. Tiffany once told her: "As my mother always said, women are like men, they tend to go overboard and make a mess of things." Alex started to get angry..angry like she did twenty years ago.

"Okay Mrs.Bailey, here's what I'll do..I'll meet you right now at my baby's school, since it's a weekend, and talk to you, okay?"

"Yes, that would be fine. Good-bye."

Click.

Alex quickly then took off her nightgown, put on her bra, then put on a blue wife-beater, daisy dukes, and blue sneakers. She quickly brushed her hair, put on blue-toned make-up and grabbed her purse. She went out to the kitchen and grabbed the phone from there. She dialed a number as she opened her purse.

"Hey, it's Alexandra from next door! Yeah, I'm going out, so I'll really love it if you come and take care of Rissa for me.." She said, grabbing a butcher knife from the sink.

"Key's under the door! Thanks!"

She hung up and went into the living room, where Rissa was watching Jason stab a naked guy on his bed repeatedly on T.V.

"Baby doll, I'm going out.."

"Where are ya takin that knife?" Rissa innocently asked, watching her mother open the door.

"I'm gonna..uh..use it on some..meat. Yeah. On some old fuckin' fag--I mean, on some pork..so see ya." Alex winked at her daughter as Carissa giggled. Alex closed to door behind her, putting the knife in her purse.

"Just like the good old days." Aelx replied, as she walked towards the stairs on the appartment.

End.-